Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor - Chapter 339: Do you believe me, or the two National Doctors?

Kim Taejong once believed that death was the only true end—a final mercy.He was once a rising star in the game Rise of Legacy, hailed as the prodigy who would one day dominate esports.But at the peak of his career, a hand injury ruined everythingThe championship title he had spent his entire life chasing slipped away.Taejong blamed himself. The pain, the regret, the endless cycle of what-ifs—it was unbearable.So when an accident took his life, it felt like mercy.But death wasn’t the end.Taejong woke up in the body of Seunghoon—an unknown and struggling player who was desperately chasing the dream Taejong once had.But Seunghoon had neither the talent nor the skills. Just desperation and a working computer.

Gou Liang travels through worlds in order to complete a mysterious and arduous mission…

16 worlds in total:

School Campus: Strawberry Flavored Scholar Gong √
Entertainment circle: Lemon Flavored Film Emperor Gong √
Ancient Time: Honey Tangerine Flavored Shadow Guard Gong √
WuXia: Melon Flavored Senior Brother √
Beastmen: Pineapple flavored Beastmen Gong √
Ghost Spirits: Snow Pear Flavored Dead Gong √
Ancient Time: Gr*pe Flavored Regent Gong √
Apocalypse: Banana Flavored Boss Gong √
Interstellar: Pomegranate Flavored Sentinel Gong √
Modern: Citrus Flavored Aristocrat Gong √
Mecha: Sweet Jujube flavored Lunar New Year Gong √
Ancient Time: Durian Flavored Battle God Gong √
Magic: Watermelon Flavored Blacken Gong √
Cultivation: Cherry Flavored Disciple Gong √
Fantasy: Blueberry Flavored Demon King Gong √
Celestial World: Bayberry flavored Senior Immortal Gong √

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Being a Divine Doctor is very troubling, but being an invincible Divine Doctor is even more so, because there are just too many patients. Tangyu simply couldn't cope with it all!

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.